Who's the Victim Here?

She recognized the number on the door as the one she was supposed to be coming to. Also this apartment was the one the crashing sounds seemed to have come from.

Standing so close she could now hear the noises of someone talking on the other side of the door. Normally it's not in her nature to eves-drop or even peek into other people's rooms or homes.

In her defense, as much as she could make out the conversation, she felt it suspicious.

Surely just a fleeting, innocent little peek wouldn't make her a horrible person, right?

So switching her flash light out as there was plenty of light inside, she took a peek inside from the slight opening of the front door and came face to face with a scene that left her mouth more ajar than this door.

A kind of scene she was usually hoping to catch, being in a profession of journalism. Though the person she came face to face with was more than surprising to her, also the fact how she instantly recognized him even after only meeting once and it wasn't even a good meeting.

Is that really who she thinks it is.

Ford Zoldyck?

Is that really him? But what could someone like him be doing at some place like this?

One thing comes to her mind.

Drugs.

What else but drugs, right? After all this was the house of a drug dealer.

He was standing near the drug dealer that she was supposed to be interviewing. Jacob -the drug dealer- was crouched picking things from the floor, putting them back on a wobbly table. So now she knows what caused that noise.

But most of her attention was snatched by Ford as she saw his eyes rolled back and his body swayed before he landed unceremoniously back on the couch behind him.

She found herself thinking how it would be like if there wasn't anything behind him to cushion his fall? Only for entertainment purposes, of course. It's not like she has something against the man.

Nonetheless, this was a pretty serious situation going on before her eyes. A millions questions swam thru her mind like hungry fishes around a piece of meat. Fast and eager.

First and the foremost being the one: who was the victim here?

As much as she would dislike admitting, Ford Zoldyck did look like the one being taken an advantage of. Based on the way he was half conscious and on the mercy of other. He looked like he was sedated.

Was it an attempt of a kidnapping she happened upon?

He is a very, very wealthy man, indeed. So it couldn't be that far off to believe he was perhaps led here under the pretense of drugs –since she wouldn't put it past the rich to be into that kind of stuff as well— and later made insensible using some sort of sedatives, as clearly apparent; then taken hostage for… perhaps a large ransom?

Could also easily be mutiny. She of all people could testify how the lust for power or the greed for money could turn people against their own friends, their own partners.

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Author's Note:

i dont know if someone is reading or not but i'm gonna keep pushing and waiting for this story to complete because there's nothing more annoying than an incomplete story, is there?

also i'm listening to Breathless as i update :)